This was enough though and Vivian knew she needed to do something. She tried kicking the mannequin behind her to no avail. She had enough movement in her hands that she could reach the thing’s penis, so she grabbed it as hard as she could and tried to break it off. It didn’t budge but the mannequins turned their focus to her. Devon was unaccustomed to much in the way of homemade meals. His mother worked two jobs to make ends meet, so dinners were often quick and easy, like cereal or TV dinners. It wasn't that his mother didn't care of didn't know how, she was just so burned out from work, and life in general, that cooking was one more thing to get her down.